To all my constituents, the throne is subject to overthrow.
Lane wider than my shoulder bones,
If your overdose was an example of a colder coast,
then you’re forced to know how krizzy stays busy, cordially hold the phones.
We were told to slow — down for yellow lights.
I’m reserved now, my belt holds tight,
My friend is in lala land, like mello’s wife.
You were possessed by the atmosphere of drugs.
You let it burn, candles smeared in mud,
Pass a beer, you harass your tears because you can’t handle the tragic years of love.
The rain’s here, you plainly fear the cables tamed by reindeers,
Born in the same year, the difference is you contain spears,
I boomerang ‘em,
He was such a quiet child, but the rumors changed ‘em,
the tumor deranged him,
delusional,
the arrows that cupid threw,
Made him lonelier than a clueless jew with a rudolph nose, on christmas.
Mama cooked that good shit, mmhm. delicious.
School issued new uniforms for the purpose of removing his newly formed fitness.
Booty stormed the wishlist,
Rudely born a misfit,
Loosely reformed the hitlist,
Me, myself, and I, confusingly informed the witness,
About krizzys’s undying love for rubicon, my eyes popped, moving towards the spinach.
